Tacina waited outside the door to the bedroom where her husband Vilkas, lay in the bed. They'd been together for many, many years, since she'd wandered into Jorrvaskr one day, and they'd lived a happy life.
Decades before when they'd first wed, she'd ended a war and slain dragons, changed the world with her influence, but all of her thoughts were directed towards the man that lay in the bed they'd shared for the happiest years of her life. He'd been abed for some time, his health slowly draining from his body, becoming increasingly frail as each day passed. A few weeks before, his twin Farkas had gone outside to practice with the sword he'd never been able to put down, and upon coming back inside, one of his sons had found his father resting in the chair, a tired, happy smile on his face, spirit departed from his body. The news robbed Vilkas of the little strength that remained in him, and Tacina knew that he would soon follow his brother.
They had many nieces and nephews, for once Farkas had settled down, he had taken to married life with a vigor that surprised both Tacina and Vilkas. On their own, they had but one daughter, who looked as Dunmer in appearance as her mother, though she was more like her father in demeanor. During the last few weeks, all of those now-grown children had been coming to the house, their spouses and children coming to see Vilkas before it was too late.
Their daughter, Sia, had returned from the Imperial City where she was visiting Tacina's parents. Tacina was hovering outside the door where father spoke to daughter, not wanting to interrupt to take Vilkas the broth that she'd prepared for him.
"I know you're out there, my love." Vilkas called out to her. Tacina smiled, and pushed the door open, coming into the room.
"Was I that obvious?"
"No, but I know you better than anyone else. I could sense you." He closed his eyes and smiled, their daughter perched on the edge of the bed.
His hair was no longer dark as it had been in the past, but silver, though he wore it in the same style. The once powerful body that had cradled and loved her, protected and fought with her had diminished in his time in bed and he looked pale and feeble against the pillows. Sia sat between them smiling at her father with sad, large eyes.
"You are as beautiful as your mother." He said, patting her hand. "Don't forget what I've told you, or that I will always love and protect you, my daughter."
On this day, I go to Sovngarde 1/2
Summary - The Dragonborn and Vilkas have been married for many years, but the end of his life is near.
tags - char:F!PC, char:Vilkas, race:Dunmer, relationship:het
Tacina waited outside the door to the bedroom where her husband Vilkas, lay in the bed. They'd been together for many, many years, since she'd wandered into Jorrvaskr one day, and they'd lived a happy life.
Decades before when they'd first wed, she'd ended a war and slain dragons, changed the world with her influence, but all of her thoughts were directed towards the man that lay in the bed they'd shared for the happiest years of her life. He'd been abed for some time, his health slowly draining from his body, becoming increasingly frail as each day passed. A few weeks before, his twin Farkas had gone outside to practice with the sword he'd never been able to put down, and upon coming back inside, one of his sons had found his father resting in the chair, a tired, happy smile on his face, spirit departed from his body. The news robbed Vilkas of the little strength that remained in him, and Tacina knew that he would soon follow his brother.
They had many nieces and nephews, for once Farkas had settled down, he had taken to married life with a vigor that surprised both Tacina and Vilkas. On their own, they had but one daughter, who looked as Dunmer in appearance as her mother, though she was more like her father in demeanor. During the last few weeks, all of those now-grown children had been coming to the house, their spouses and children coming to see Vilkas before it was too late.
Their daughter, Sia, had returned from the Imperial City where she was visiting Tacina's parents. Tacina was hovering outside the door where father spoke to daughter, not wanting to interrupt to take Vilkas the broth that she'd prepared for him.
"I know you're out there, my love." Vilkas called out to her. Tacina smiled, and pushed the door open, coming into the room.
"Was I that obvious?"
"No, but I know you better than anyone else. I could sense you." He closed his eyes and smiled, their daughter perched on the edge of the bed.
His hair was no longer dark as it had been in the past, but silver, though he wore it in the same style. The once powerful body that had cradled and loved her, protected and fought with her had diminished in his time in bed and he looked pale and feeble against the pillows. Sia sat between them smiling at her father with sad, large eyes.
"You are as beautiful as your mother." He said, patting her hand. "Don't forget what I've told you, or that I will always love and protect you, my daughter."